Friday, October 13, 2017

Brand New Covers! Yep, that's right. With Insidious now on audiobook, The Marked Mage Chronicles has been given a little makeover. Book 3 is in the works, with an anticipated release for January 2018. Can't get enough of Mages, demons, and devilish bad boys? Well, then you're in for a treat! There's also a companion series in the works, slotted for release in December! I don't want to give away too much just yet, but you can except some characters from Insidious and Covetous to make an appearance. ;)

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Heaven Wants Me Dead.Hell Wants Me As Their Weapon.And I'm in Bed With A Devil.I was just your average seventeen-year-old girl, until I was Marked. Some may sell their souls; mine was taken. Not only are angelic hunters out to kill me, but Hell's deadliest Mage—the devilishly charming Crown Prince of Lust—is just as desperate to get his hands on me...again. No, he doesn't want me dead. This seductive trickster only has one thing on his mind: making me his new blushing bride.He can call me his "mate" all he wants. I'm not about ready to sign my soul away into eternal damnation, no matter how gorgeous he may be. But after two months on the run, I realize I can't escape the ugly truth. If I wish to fight another day, I may just have to make a deal with the worst kind of devil. The kind that loves me.I thought I knew what rock bottom was, but this is only the beginning. As the great poet once said, "Hell is empty and all the devils are here."

“Talk about bad timing,” laughed Sam. I rolled over on my mattress to see him staring out my side window. “What is it?”“Your new neighbor’s just arrived.”Hanna had spent most of the past hour stealing looks, hoping for even a glimpse of the guy in question with no such luck. Despite the humor in Hanna’s horrible timing, I still groaned. The view in question looked literally right out into the neighboring window not ten feet away, guaranteeing zero privacy. So it was official. I’d have to keep my window shades permanently pulled from here on out. “Sure it’s not just one of the movers? They’re all pretty young,” I said.Sam chuckled. “Trust me; this guy isn’t dressed for the job. He’s not really dressed, period.”“What?” Curiosity got the better of me. I climbed off the mattress, joining my friend at the window. Sam sidled aside and flipped on the light switch to admire my new setup as I went to the music dock, using its location below the window as an excuse to steal a casual look across the way. I didn’t even have to make a song selection. As soon as I touched the radio, Arctic Monkeys’ “Do I Wanna Know” suddenly started playing. I scooped up my phone, which was synced with the device, searching for the song in question. Since when was this on my playlist?“What’s wrong?” asked Sam, clearly noting my bafflement.Before I could so much as articulate a single syllable, my eyes instinctively shot up to the window at the sight of movement across the way. That building heat in my chest roared to life, making my knees out-and-out buckle.Sam wasn’t kidding. My new neighbor wasn’t wearing much of anything, apart from a pair of black jeans that hung dangerously low, revealing the chiseled V-shaped section of his lower abdominals that rivaled Apollo himself. I outright gawked, feeling my phone slip from my limp fingers. It clattered on the hardwood, but I didn’t care. I just kept staring.This couldn’t be.This couldn’t be.

This couldn’t be.My new neighbor slipped on the matching black dress shirt in his hands, but didn’t bother buttoning it. Instead, he simply rolled the cuffs up his sleeves just enough to display the black metallic tattoos brandishing his left arm.“You okay?” Sam reiterated.I didn’t move—couldn’t move.My neighbor.He all so casually looked up, not the least bit surprised to find me ogling at him, and straightened the collar to his opened shirt. That taut frame flexed as he raised his arms, lazily resting them on the top of the opened window. A slow, devious smile pulled at his lips.Finally regaining control over my body, I stumbled back a step, still unable to peel my eyes away from him. I whirled, preparing to bolt for the door. I was cut short though, smacking into something—hard. Sam. I’d run right into him.“Geez!” he yelped.My momentum toppled us over, and I landed on top of him as he smacked down on the area rug.“Owww.” He winced with a laugh, and I rolled off him with an apology. “What’s with you?”Ding dong!Shit!He couldn’t possibly have gotten over here that fast… I shot up from the carpet, ignoring Sam’s insistency, and raced for the staircase.“Don’t answer the—” I rounded the banister, just in time to see my Aunt Jenna pull the front door open. Crashing to a halt at the bottom of the landing, I was paralyzed in place as magnetic icy eyes and bleached blonde hair greeted me on the other side of the entryway.“Hello, lovely,” Blaine purred.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

VICTORIA EVERS is a debut paranormal fiction
writer who feels really awkward referring to herself in the third person....
When she's not vacationing in Narnia, you’ll probably find her reading,
watching horror movies, spending time with her AMAZING family, or daydreaming
about the newest story in her head.

Saturday, June 3, 2017

As the time for the release draws near, I thought I'd share with all you lovely readers the cover art for Book 2 in The Marked Mage Chronicles! Covetous will be released worldwide on July 14, 2017! Can't wait to find out what happens to Kat? Stay tuned, because early next week, I will also be releasing the first two chapters of Covetous as a little sneak peek! Happy reading!

Haven't experienced The Marked Mage Chronicles yet? Pick up Book 1 for only $0.99 HERE!

All Kat Montgomery wanted was a fun night out on
the town. What she got was a death warrant. As it turns out, the quaint little
hamlet of Mystic Harbor, Maine houses more than sandy beaches and adorable
B&B’s. Beneath the New England charm rests a deadly world where shifters,
demons, vampires, and angelic hunters all vie for power.

A world where magic is the greatest weapon.

Magic that Kat now possesses.

After that one fateful night, she can feel the
changes beginning to take hold of her. Only problem, she doesn’t even know what
she’s turning into. With threats hiding in plain sight, deciphering the lines
between friend and foe is nearly impossible. As if things couldn’t get any
worse, Kat learns her only real ally rests in the one person she can’t stand:
Reese Blackburn, an insufferably handsome magician whom the town fears most.

Kat’s very soul is at stake, and destiny doesn't
seem to be playing out in her favor. Can these two unlikely partners challenge
fate itself before it's too late?

Curiosity got the better of me as I looked over
my shoulder, only to find the last human being I ever wanted to see heading
towards the back of the store. That familiar knot formed in my stomach, as it
always did anytime Reese Blackburn was near. I rocked back and forth on my
heels, trying my best to keep my patience in check as the old guy in front of
me continued buying virtually every lottery ticket available.

Come on, come on, come on. I needed to get out
of here. PRONTO.

Footsteps started making their way to the
counter from the back of the store, and I immediately deflated, knowing a
confrontation was now inevitable.

“Montgomery,” spoke a silvery voice directly
behind me.

I regrettably turned to face the ass-hat in
question, giving him my best artificial, Pan Am smile. “Blackburn.”

The guy always looked like he’d just waltzed off
the set of a Tim Burton movie, and tonight was no different. He was dressed in
his typically peculiar attire, sporting a gothic knee-length horseman’s jacket
laced in chains, a pair of black slacks, a silk tapestry vest, and dark brogue
boots adorned with skulls on the metallic buckles.

“Never thought I’d see you south of Providence
Street,” he remarked in the sarcastic fashion he always saved for me. “Get lost
on your way to the country club?”

“No, I was actually out looking for your heart.
Should’ve known better that it’s long gone,” I retorted. “And what about you?
Never thought I’d see you out in public on a full moon. Get lost on your way to
your cult meeting in the woods?”

“That’s later in the evening,” he chuckled,
flashing me that dimpled smile and perfect set of pearly whites. Such
infectious, boyish charm seemed misplaced, considering he was stab-worthy. It
really was a shame, because Reese wasn’t half bad looking.

And by ‘half’, I mean not entirely.

Sure, he had cheekbones that could cut glass,
not to mention bedroom eyes so amber they looked to be stowing flames inside
them, but still… Okay, okay. Even I had to admit, Blackburn was hardly an
eyesore.

Even with my heeled boots, I still stood a good
half foot shorter than him, but his lean frame thankfully made him less
imposing.

The old guy in front of me started ordering
cigarettes as well, causing my fisted fingernails to start biting into my
palms. Knowing how quickly our conversations always descended into verbal smack
downs, I grasped at anything I could think of to divert us back to small talk
until I could move to the register.

“Did you go to the game earlier?”

Reese shrugged. “I considered it, but then I
started thinking of other excruciating things I’d rather do, like have a root
canal, and I decided to pass.”

“You heading to the bonfire?” I tried again. He
merely cocked a brow, and I realized how ridiculous I sounded. “Oh, that’s
right. You don’t do anything fun. How could I forget?”

“If you call watching a bunch of drunken idiots
gyrate around and trash a field while you suffocate from smoke inhalation
‘fun,’ then yes—I don’t like fun.”

“It wouldn’t kill you to be normal, ya’ know.”

“Maybe, maybe not. Haven’t tried it.”

“So, Mr. High and Mighty, what superior plans do
you have this evening?”

“Test my alcohol limits, take off my clothes,
and harass innocent bystanders.” He thumped the side of his head. “Oh, wait a
minute. No, that’s your friends.”

“At least I have some.”

He stole a look outside and leered. “With friends like that, I consider myself
grateful that I don’t.”

“Bite me.”

“I probably shouldn’t. Wouldn’t want to get
rabies.”

“I beg to differ. Foaming at the mouth would
probably be an improvement for you. Anything to get you to stop talking.”

He smirked. “Touché, Princess.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

VICTORIA EVERS is a debut paranormal fiction
writer who feels really awkward referring to herself in the third person....
When she's not vacationing in Narnia, you’ll probably find her reading,
watching horror movies, spending time with her AMAZING family, or daydreaming
about the newest story in her head.

All Kat Montgomery wanted was a fun night out on the town. What she got was a death warrant. As it turns out, the quaint little hamlet of Mystic Harbor, Maine houses more than sandy beaches and adorable B&B’s. Beneath the New England charm rests a deadly world where shifters, demons, vampires, and angelic hunters all vie for power.

A world where magic is the greatest weapon.

Magic that Kat now possesses.

After that one fateful night, she can feel the changes beginning to take hold of her. Only problem, she doesn’t even know what she’s turning into. With threats hiding in plain sight, deciphering the lines between friend and foe is nearly impossible. As if things couldn’t get any worse, Kat learns her only real ally rests in the one person she can’t stand: Reese Blackburn, an insufferably handsome magician whom the town fears most.

Kat’s very soul is at stake, and destiny doesn't seem to be playing out in her favor. Can these two unlikely partners challenge fate itself before it's too late?

Not only
that, but I’m also a soon-to-be author. Yep, that’s right. I just finished
writing my first book. So, why am I here? Well, I’d like to tell you all a
story. No, not the one that I wrote (though I wouldn’t hate if you read that
one too, haha). As a newcomer to the writing industry, I’ve been on a
journey—and still have a ways to go. Navigating the world of publishing on your own is kind of scary, really overwhelming, immensely confusing, and strangely fun.

There's a lot I've learned so far, and there's sooo much more to know. While some authors like to mum about the tricks of the trade, I'm making it my mission to help educate other newcomers like myself about how (and sometimes how-not) to write and promote your baby (a.k.a. your story).